“Therapy Session” - (AFTG)
High on his meds, Andrew didn’t hate Betsy Dobson, nor he liked her. She fleeted in his mind like a burst of yellow that sometimes caught his attention for no reason at all, like the sudden reflection of sunlight on a shiny little thing, following whatever association his drugged up brain made. But she was also fast forgotten, a useless shard of glass on the beach.
Andrew and Bee and their sessions with time.
[WARNING: Mentions of Andrew’s Past, with all that it implies.]
To Andrew, Bee is different.
Not different from; just different, as an absolute concept. He’s had his fair share of psychologists and psychiatrists to deal with, but none like her. As a first thing, they never gave him chocolate.